Masquerade

Lyrics by C.G. Ryche 

V.1       Lonely walk, with only my shadow,
            Crimson thorns guide my path.
            As I bore their secrets to the pouring rain,
            I feel the sorrow, of the Martyr’s wrath.    

V.2      I see a world divided in pain,
            The heresies of the blind man’s charade.
            Distant eyes admire their disguise,
            As I find myself, in this . . .

Ch. 1   Masquerade,
Wearing masks to impress the mass is a hell of a price to pay
            In this, Masquerade,
            Wearing masks to impress the mass is a hell of a price to pay

            In this Masquerade . . .

V.3      Entourage, in a jaded ballroom,
            Hide in masks and parading as muse.
            You play along to this narcissistic madness,
            But something is wrong when the mirror turns on you!

V.4       You’re all alone, without a savior or a hero,
            Lost in a world, a victim of pain.
            Your only hope is to escape this tragic ending,
            Before you lose yourself in this Masquerade . . .

Ch. 2   Masquerade,
Wearing masks to impress the mass is a hell of a price to pay
            In this, Masquerade,
            Wearing masks to impress the mass is a hell of a price to pay
…In this, Masquerade!

Solo

Ch. 3   Masquerade,
Wearing masks to impress the mass is a hell of a price to pay
            In this, Masquerade,
            Wearing masks to impress the mass is a hell of a price to pay
…In this, Masquerade!

Outro

            Lonely walk, with only my shadow,
            Crimson thorns guide my path.
            As I bore their secrets to the pouring rain,
            I feel the sorrow of the IronWrath.